Narrowing his eyes, Riku held his knife at the ready as he surveyed the situation. Currently, both him and Shizu were outnumbered if every single Champion in the immediate vicinity all decided to gang up on them. The viking was on a high ground, while Stephen was glaring at them with his planets both defending him from the ice and giving him options for offense. Behind them, the berseker soldier was quickly gaining ground, and it was only a matter of time before the man was upon them with his freakish strength and durability.
Honestly, this was not a fight he wanted them to take.
"What are we doing, Riku?" Shizu lowly whispered to him.
What to do, indeed....
"What are we waiting for, Champion of Nyx?!" Stephen mockingly laughed at him, his planets easily swatting away any and all icicles that threatened to skewer him. "Honestly, I'm itching to kill you for making a fool out of me last time!"